Looking at the necklace so close at hand, Song Lingqing's mood was indescribably subtle, a mix of pleasure and displeasure.
After hesitating for a moment, she shook her head, "It's pretty, but I don't like it."
Hearing this, Chu Zheng nonchalantly withdrew his hand and casually said,
"Get ready, I will need the two of you to help me later."
Watching the necklace disappear into Chu Zheng's palm, Song Lingqing's lips slightly pursed as she looked towards Song Lingxue with a meaningful expression,
"Ever since I was young, my tastes have differed from my sister's."
"Naturally, you have been intelligent since childhood, and your preferences have always been unusual," Song Lingxue replied with a slight concentration in her gaze.
"But the things you like always have something unique about them."